Long Parity Poems
Long Parity Poems. Below are the most popular long Parity by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Parity poems by poem length and keyword.
I’m just having a good laugh while I still can dude before life takes its heavy grip
Until the community of clowns in disguise tie my tongue to their altar of reason
You think of a genius in the making but I just blew bubbles from my backside
Need some counter balance as not to think I’m off parity before the next photo
For the record I’m a bit sick of all those Rolling Stones songs on your play list
I can get satisfaction and you will be dancing to my tune as long as I tell you
Not yet silenced I am and you can’t always get what you want but will receive
What you need and moss could grow fat on that stone if you tried hard enough
I am your American dream or just pie in the sky for pi is a resolute number
And while I look like a young Einstein I favour the arts and a poet I’ll be
‘Baby’s got blue eyes holding back the pain’ reflecting the glow on your face
Give me face paint and Munch’s scream will look like Monet’s water colours
And those cute little ears I hear you marvel such fine complete composition
Soon they will find an audition of rebellion ignoring trite shallow advice
Craft verses and rhythm deliver fine words you never dreamt of hearing
The comedy will be shattering with a bit of existential philosophy in the mix
You can project dadada’s and incy-wincy spiders as long as the cows mew
I drink from a fountain of pleasure and spill ink on your canvas of conditioning
Think that I am overanalysing but that is what you do when I smirk and giggle
Canned laughter comes in Campbell’s soup cans and better Warhol than wars
Innocent facial composure lies in the eye of beholders and dreams are for real
Let me play for that is the best I can do when drama and tragedy loom so soon
I’ll have my dreadlocks in plaits and you must not be scared of Sylvia’s mother
Van Gogh had one ear but a writer needs only one incisive tongue to critique
My stream will be subconscious when I write about the meaning of imagination
When naïve contortions depict a world with smiles laughter and freedom
I will not change much from when the photographer took this digital image
Blue eyes stuck out tongue two ears one voice whatever you make of it now
25th April 2019
Written for contest: Baby Face What's You Thinkin
Sponsored by James Edward Lee Sr
Photo 2
The crone can hear the children's laughter, cold as ice
And they exclaim out "witch", not thinking she can hear
Their parents then admonish, "Try to be quite nice."
Upon her thin, emaciated form they leer
Of love forbidden she has paid the awful price
Malicious magic powers all the children fear
She only wears black, mourning each and ev'ry day
Her world is full of dismal, somber shades of grey
She loved a wealthy cultured handsome gentleman
But she had not the clothes nor proper pedigree
And never would be issued any wedding bann
For poverty did not amuse his family
When finding herself great with child of his, she ran
She felt displaced, just like a dead uprooted tree
In bleak back alley child unwanted disappeared
No chance immoral tainted peccant child be reared
Although she lost her core, her heart, her soul, her mind,
She wandered dazed and crazy back to town she knew
Her fam'ly said, "We never have produced your kind."
There was no place to go and nothing left to do
But after mournful agony she came to find
Satanic powers very evil she would rue
She met the incubi in wooded forest glen
Although she knew it was an awful, grievous sin
Her soul and body raped by evil forces bold
Instilled in her the seeds of their foul awful pow'r
That grew more potent as she grew extremely old
Demolished, shattered self continued still to sour
Her sterile body, now quite barren, grew ice cold
A vile vexatious tongue lashed out at all each hour
Thus she became a bitter venomous old hag
While dressed in filthy clothes; on head, a dirty rag
She met a fine genteel young man, so good and kind
A person reaching out to all in charity
Attempted making better lives where he could find
He wanted human folk achieving parity
However, he had never met an evil mind
The succubus seduced his soul with clarity
She crippled psyche; took his cash, his bonds and stocks
Her languid lips convinced him caged; no keys for locks
Then when the moon was full one night, she murdered him
Around his vile demise all sorts of tales arose
She had dismembered rigid corpse each limb by limb
Disposed so very well of ugly bloody clothes
The whole ordeal had been a gratifying whim
Upon his naked body set a blood red rose
His corpse was never found; base tales do not abate
Today she suffers vile result of cruel fate
The hummingbird
Came to feast on my vermilions
Filled my heart with joy ‘til
Pinkie rang the bell.
About the time all is well
A solution is in sight
The future looks bright,
Pinkie rings the bell.
Pinkie’s bell is not so loud
Sometimes it is silent — remember
At your church and school,
Work and neighborhood,
Family gathering and vacation,
Thanksgiving dinner, Christmas and reunion
When things looked too good,
Pinkie rang the bell.
Guns are everywhere
Killing more than cars
When Congress wants to act,
Pinkie rings the bell.
With a handicap of forty
Pinkie can defeat you
No matter how far under par
He plays the game.
We demanded universal healthcare
More times than I can recall —
Each time we came close,
Pinkie rang the bell.
Even though the score
Is three to three
And a winner must be had,
Pinkie rings the bell.
Pinkie’s bell
Rings so bolshily
It can say no to anything —
Completely stop the day.
Four hundred years of racist laws
Were about to be undone and
Segregation made taboo until
Pinkie rang the bell.
You can count on Pinkie at your golden anniversary
Centennial birthday, high school graduation and bar mitzvah
To be waiting in the wings for you to stumble
Before he rings the bell.
Phyllis Schlafly’s ring choked the ERA,
Andrew Jackson’s paved the Trail of Tears,
Jim Crow’s postponed equality,
Ronald Reagan’s blocked almost everything.
Countless treaties promised
Natives they could keep
What was already theirs, then
Pinkie rang the bell.
You may want infrastructure,
Women priests, and world peace;
Before progress can be had,
Pinkie rings the bell.
Never mind the struggle
Pinkie will be there —
Universal suffrage, gun control or parity;
Some say Mitch McConnell
Is the champion Pinkie of our time.
Can you count the times
His alarm was so loud we were blinded when
Pinkie rang the bell?
You and I may hope
For an improved tomorrow;
Have faith that man will do better, no matter —
Pinkie rings the bell.
Pinkie has his way so often
He believes he’s always right;
His followers know it too —
They provide the wall —
The naysayers have advantage
The sun is in our eyes
The courts are made of mud
The referee’s been bribed.
OLUPONNA: MY LAND AND TERRAIN.
Oh my mother land; wealthy in soil
To my grip held so highten; not soiled
So cultured and nurtured in legendary
To a land whose worth is never lost in form
Will I soon be so held up in apostasy ?
To forget thine beautiful terrains and slopes
The contour rich in overview than none has
Welcome to her broad-day light of sparklings
I told my mama not to let go
Cuddle me more, on the vent
To thy bossom full of blooms
Heartily warmth in thee to survive
She had her emotion to train
Let go her feelings to take over
Off the truck! Gone to the village
Then in despair of holding my heartaches
Even number to parity, a space of oddlines
Oddity easily known, hers was agility signified
Onus laid on her was to make a legacy to trail
And that she heartily did, her type' s rare in millions
Oh my memory not vague in rust
Get a sit, don't entertain a rush
So I'll paint her image on this crust
That her good deed be linked to her cross
On the furrow of the farmlands set miles away
To Olomu; the archives of the tons of products
To Odanla; the gazetters of hazels and expectants
What have you got to offer to myriads of waiters?
Oh Yeah! To the arsenal of thy strength
And the fort of thy fortress in strength!
The eulogy which is second to none
The artillery and the fighters of war
Omo olofa mojo, omo ola nlomi "abisu jooko"
Ijakadi loro offa, ija peki abe owula, biko base
Oju ebe lofa; a soju poro loko, iba soju oloko iba lawon, O soju agunmona l'Offa, o soju agbele yarara.
In the centre of thine beauty
Romance of taste in cultural reality
Oh come to ojude Oba, gladen thine heart
In the rhymes of beat on the path of gongs
Moon smiles to her heart, on a meadow
As her breast full of milk smile from window
Even if her men were waned, they'd join the lyrical
Oh a taste of memory s would never have!
God bless Nigeria to a united stand
Bless her, let my motherland blossoms
As gold flows her ways, let myrrhs and
Frankincense meet all her daily need (Amen)
Excerpt: Descriptive Poetic rendition .
A loving memory of good old days, from farm to School. Tis so beautiful to relive good memories.
(In happy memory of my mother; Aderinola Taiwo)
The will to power is a prominent concept in Nietzschean philosophy,
And exerted a strong influence on some major movements in history.
Its effect can be traced to the fields of politics, evolution, and psychology,
And provides useful insights into the subject of African slavery.
Nietzsche’s belief in the concept of higher or master morality,
Lead him to disavow ideas of egalitarianism and democracy.
Master morality, which values pride and power was thought to be superior,
And slave morality, which values kindness, empathy, and sympathy inferior.
Hitler was attracted to and influenced by aspects of Nietzschean philosophy.
And the Nazis selectively used his philosophy to justify their infamous activity.
Ideas are not immaterial they are important in shaping our views.
It was erroneous ideas that lead Hitler to kill six million Jews.
The Nazi order praised the Antebellum South and its existing societal order,
Which kept African Americans at the lowest rungs of the social ladder.
Hitler believed that a Confederate victory would have made America a great nation,
One ruled “by a real Herren-class,” and based on inequality and black subjugation.
While Americans reject Nazism, the idea of white supremacy persists in our society.
And we must realize that this idea is antithetical to the principle of democracy.
If our nation wishes to eradicate systemic racism and correct the effects of slavery,
We must remove from public places the monuments and symbols of the Confederacy.
But the removal of monuments and symbols alone will not atone for our nation’s iniquity,
America must finally acknowledge the national sin and evil of black slavery,
Reform its educational system that still perpetuates the myth of white superiority,
And remove the barriers that prevent blacks from achieving social and economic parity.
Over a century after the abolition of slavery, the evil of racism still haunts this nation,
That prides itself as a bastion of equality, liberty, and a model of cultural integration.
It is time for this generation of Americans who live in a society built on injustice,
To take responsibility for proactively addressing injustice and ending racial prejudice.
The day I was born, is the day I begin to die,
That how the system is designed, there is no known answer even if one get to ask why,
For life and death without one there will not be the other,
Death is inexorable, the fear of it I for long put to slumber.
But before I die,
I must fulfil my purpose as time fly,
Touching countless lives, showing I care.
So even when gone, it shall be evinced that I was here.
I will love and respect all and none I will hate,
Treat everyone beneath as if they were my mate.
Appreciate everyone for the things they do,
Judge none, if I can't walk in their shoe.
I will swelter a cake and dived it to four,
East, North, South, one for each and I will eat the last with West, that for sure.
The cake flavored in unanimity, designed in parity and equity and colored in peace and harmony,
And share the message that we are one made of many.
I will work in the West, sleep in the North, wakeup in the East and dress in the South,
Marry in the North-West, build my dynasty in the East, and dwell in the South.
Farm in the South-East, fishing in the North-West,
And dine with my friends from the South-East and In-laws from the North-West.
Engraved my name not on a rock but in the heart of many,
Not by words from mouth but by good deeds to many,
Shelter the homeless kids, lead the youths and befriend the aged,
Comfort the frail motivate the zest, and free the caged.
Embraced art, and devalued the political vocation,
Spread the unity and love as I contribute to building my nation.
Since the day I was born this is the mission I envisioned
Before I die though seems impossible but I must complete my mission.
Come in angel of death since my soul you must take,
Come into my house and let celebrate
If my mission is yet to complete I ask for a second, minute or even a day,
To complete my mission and we will be on our way
Since you are here for my soul to steal,
I will save you the burden since my name you cannot kill
Hence before I die I have proved that I was here,
By touching one life at a time with such delicacy, tenderness and care.
Remember me well as I give thanks to each mother.
You women of this world …are simply like no other!
Right from conception to those dreaded contractions.
The thought of our well-being dictated your actions.
You labour at birth for a labour of love,
The pain is immense as you push and you shove.
Through age of ‘innocence’, puberty and adolescence.
With loving and patience, gave succour and guidance.
The angst that we brought was not what you sought
But you gave that no thought in a ‘battle’ well-fought.
From stroppy-boy teen, to the big ‘drama queen’.
Gave a shoulder to lean, as you dealt with the scene.
Get lumbered with nan, as you coped with the clan.
Laid out the best plan, as you do all you can.
Most men would implore, “I beg you, no more!!!”
So applaud you for sure; “Encore, plus encore”
How do I thank you? I can't match this feat!
To even things up: How do I compete?
This gender inequity has no parity; For when is your task ever complete?
The cry for equality is absurdity. Your strength alone makes it obsolete.
….please allow me to….
Offer up my seat - while you rest your feet.
Hold open that door - you replenish your store.
Keep watch as you sleep - and so earn my keep.
Protect you from harm - by wiles or by charm.
When I put you 'first’, I’m just trying my best.
When I buy treats and snacks, it’s my way of saying ‘thanks’.
When I pay for a meal, it's still no big deal.
When I show you respect - it's the least you'd expect.
So many tributes have been written, but with your tenacity, I am smitten.
So be it mother or mama - or mummy or mater ...it matters not one iota...
The world's most arduous occupation ....with little or no reparation.
Retirement is never an option; but the 'bond of love' ...always the best 'pension'.
......so, finally I say this, dearest mother:
'You are a Princess, from the Heavens, borrowed.
Never shall you be, by this Earth, sorrowed'.
Robert A Amure (June 2012)
QUEST
Now imprisoned
within closed contour of span of my life.
Where to venture on quest ?
North- South : East -West ?
Or introspecting spiritual consciousness
rising above space and time.
Neither can surmise not aprehend
where to ascend or to descend
while transcending death.
A big quest, no finding ,
while confined to breathe in and out !
Reply rolling rippling propagating far away
beyond my vision or perception .
Out of my reach ,
a silhouette of 'after life'
displaying umbra and penumbra
shadowing my journey of life.
Me to pass through eclipse
as soul , provided it exists
and slips to escape
from mortal body surpassing demise.
Yet the question, which is vital :
Is the SOUL really immortal ?
If the answer be ' NO'
then prime question is superfluous.
Death is the final point : Oblivious.
No need to explore more.
Answer is bold and clear.
Query ends here.
But eventually,
if the answer stands 'YES',
then QUEST is endless.
Does every living being own a soul ?
All Members of Flora and Fauna including Insect World !
Or only specific characteristic of Human species.
Living beings are originated from non-living things
through evolution.
When and from where souls do evolute ?
Is there any special hub for Souls to originate
or to take rest ?
What’s their status ?
Escaping from body do they search for new foetus ?
Can they choose any special foetus ?
Or bound to obey any Cosmic law !
Or to float free as Spirits.
Or to be cycled, recycled !
What's the explanation of new formation
of Souls keeping parity with inflation
in Human population ?
Broken by the yearnings
The feelings and the burnings
Through inequity, the imbalance
Two hearts, two souls, two hopes
Never given the impartiality,
The fairness, the equality – balanced
Joys, promises, peace…
Broken by the partialities
The biases and prejudices, the favoritisms,
The one-sidedness of inequity,
Two dreams, two realities, two who believe
There can be a true peace, a true sense of parity,
But the times never lean toward giving impartial,
Unbiased and objective ideas, inspirations
Flooded by neutrality, the settled thoughts that
Breed togetherness, composure, stability
A feeling of mutuality, an unruffled faith
The assurance that we can see – equality
Broken by the lack of equality,
Dreading the darkness of imbalance,
Feelings flowing with dissimilarity, disparity
The unfairness felt by the heart who cares,
The heart who hears that old alarm, foretelling
Disproportionate insights and beliefs,
All the reasons for remembering that it is our
Sameness, our likeness, our uniformity
The reminds us… even though we share differences,
It is in our similarities that we begin to erase
The confusion, the despair, the discord
Knowing that, with time, together we will find
The answers to our differences, the truth
That comes to life inside the heart who sees
Together, if we only believe, a beautiful balance
Reveals that we truly are equals in everything that
Matters – the heart and soul, the feelings
Are what make us who we are and we are equals
Because God created us to love without conditions
God created us to know similarity in all that is good –
Our lives share a sameness, a balance, a likeness
That assures us, He is fair – He is wise – He is just
And, together, we have this moment to known unbiased
Hope, faith and love… all the joy of equality in our souls
Dear commissar
My poetry is filled with agitation and grievances.
To have stood amid, betwixt disillusionment and
Displeasure before. This plea seek not immunity
Nor to pile vanity vines rather seeks progression.
Dear commissar
My poetry is the echo of distress within masses
Not to dance along to political slogans so rinsed
With which inflicts sorrows and grief rather this
Plea seeks to foster love, parity, unity, and liberty
Dear commissar
My poetry is a bayonet to pierce the relaxed son,
Sisters and brothers whom longs for petty silver
Handful coins to swell pockets at my displeasure
This plea seeks to ruin incubators of corruption
Dear commissar
My poetry is the a barrel to storm out avarice in
Series of rounds. Surely a reign of terror in cast
To stamp all political mongers whom likely fatten
Alike the baobab as masses thins, a biltong strip.
Dear commissar
My poetry the bridge betwixt the government and
The masses, not it be an absolute or a totalitarian
State, This plea rather seeks a government of the
People by the people if not democratic sentiment.
Dear commissar
My poetry is the drum beat of Chinyambire, Dinhe
Mbakumba, Jerusalem, Jikinya, Hoso, Muchongoyo
Mhande, Majukwa and Chokoto. The plea points to
Diversity no discrimination based on tribal ethnicity.
Dear commissar
My poetry is the fountain to quench on these thirst
Politically bored, turn an ulcerative colitis to masses
And all fails to burst a gut, in pain, inflammations....
Then this plea seeks not temporarily crafted upshot.
Dear commissar
My poetry is a vessel that amplifies the masses felt
Emotions, If not crafted form the ancient ashes of
Chaminuka, Chinamora, Nehanda and Kaguvi then
It be of whom? The plea seeks revolutionary ardour.